Cloven shields littered the ground,
With the light rain striking the cheek,
Blood dripping from the gauntlets of the newly-crowned,
The air silent – still,
Enemy crawling in despair,
The struggle is won – no need to kill,
Looking behind – things are done,
Nothing in the way – enemies? None.
Standing on the knoll,
The battle-torn soul,
Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain
Evocative with few words. Nice!
Thanks as always. =]